The Good Years

Looking back, wasn't perfect then
Young, not much to spend
Oh the fun we had
Chasing girls; being bad
Drinking Friday nights
Drunk, getting into fights
Making out with girls
Trying to break their pearls
In the back seats of cars
In the bathrooms of bars
No worry, no care
Spending hours on my hair
Hanging out down by the pool
Even though we should be in school
Blowing through our lives
Can't believe we all have wives
It was so much fun back then
With my best buddy Ben
Now that's all in the past
Through many broken bones, lots of casts
Still get together a few times a year
Just to party and drink lots of beer
Yes, it wasn't perfect then
Young, not much to spend

Blue Suicide

I’m so damn depressed
Living tired and stressed
Going through the day
Nothing good to say
All alone
Empty home
Just don’t know
How much longer I can go
Crying and drinking all night
Just aching to get into a fight
Want to feel physical pain
Fight and fight, til I’m slain
Just sick of my life
I bring out my knife
Suddenly, the police are here
Yelling to drop in my ear
Their guns come out
People start to shout
Look one right in the eye
Lunge toward him; I want to die

The Valet

I’m so fucking sick of this!
Everyday I take shit
Shit from everyone
I’m just a layman in life
Without money to spend
Can’t enjoy myself
Working at this place
Driving Mercedes, Bentleys, Maseratis
Can’t even afford a fucking bike
I smile at them; don’t say anything
As they are hesitant to part with their prizes
Just hate them all!
After work I stay; drink til I throw up
Just trying to drown my sorrows
Is there a point in waking tomorrow?
I stumble out; looking for trouble
Maybe that truck; driving fast enough
Will it hurt; fuck it, I don’t care
Waiting, it’s almost here; speeding
It arrives; I jump

Drinking and Depression

Saturday night
Everybody’s out
In bars, they drink, dance
Relaxing after a long week
Laughing with their friends
Dancing with their lovers
I’m in the back; at the bar
Alone; I drink
Trying to drown my sorrows
Don’t want to wake up tomorrow
I am here with no one
By myself; bad to drink
When one is so down
During my life
I feel like I’m going to drown
Drifting through; pushing through the fog
Wanting to give up; no end in sight
One more drink; keep ‘em coming
When will the pain stop?
I get behind the wheel of my car
Bad to drive to a bar
Going fast; don’t care; so depressed
There’s a wall; a place to end it all
People shout; I don’t stop
Going faster still; I close my eyes
And am finally at peace when I die

Sick of Life

Pointless; everyday living
Going through life; unhappy
No reason to live; time to die
People say they’ll miss me
I know they won’t
Can’t live with this depression
Hate my existence so
Just want it to end
No money; no life
No one to love
So jealous of those
Who have friends in their life
Who have family; husbands; wifes
Sick of being alone; all these years
The gun I’ve had a long time
I know it well; an extension of my arm
The mouth or the temple
Doesn’t really matter
The metal tastes bitter
The last thing I think about
A tear rolls down my eye
Pull the trigger

The Forest

Trees spread their leaves
Soaking in the gorgeous sun
Squirrels run up them
Chasing each other in and around
Chattering away happily
The bird sings, calling her children
The sun is high in the sky
Rabbits hop through the grass
Down the hole they go
Humming birds hover in the air
As they have a delicious meal of flower
Above the forest, watching it all
The eagle soars, the mightiest of all
The king of the sky, no one dare challenge
Everything and creature living their life
Together, in harmony, in this forest
As it was meant to be